OC Profile: Katashi ChishikiName: Katashi Chishiki
Height: Six feet, one inch
Weight/Build/Appearance: Getting on in his years, Katashi is lighter of frame now than he used to be, having a slighter build to him with shoulders that slope a little bit, much unlike when he was younger. He weighs approximately one hundred forty seven pounds with a stomach that, while still having a six pack, is slowly beginning to go a little bit soft. His legs are long and resemble pipes connected together.
Katashi has a dirty, unshaven appearance, having beard stubble on his face and chin and having a sour countenance about his face with his expression set in a grim scowl. His nails, while trimmed, are dirty and chipped, attached to spindly fingers and crooked, hook-like toes, giving him the appearance of a praying mantis, or maybe a vulture.
Facial Features: Katashi has an upside down triangle for a face with a medium sized nose and thin lips. His cheeks are starting
FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 2FO9T Book 1 Chapter 2FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 26 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter Two Gentle waves of harmonious melodic chirpings of birdsong filled Larissas head even before she opened her eyes. She awoke instantly aware of where she was or, at least, where she thought she must be. She reached up to touch her face, to touch where the dream-monitoring wires were attached. But they werent there. Had Dr. Gwen already removed them? Certainly, everything must have gone really well, thought Larissa, because she couldnt remember ever waking up feeling so well-rested and feeling so good all over. But, then again, something was strange
She stretched out her arms and legs beneath the blankets and shifted about to and fro. After a moment, she realized: This isnt the hospital bed in Dr. Gwens office. The bed she found herself in was, in fact, much nicer and comfier
FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 4FO9T Book 1 Chapter 4FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 46 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The storm clouds, their frightening thunderheads pillaring and expanding by the moment, continued to darken and deepen and spread across the skies above the endless grasslands plains. So this is the right spot, thought Elrik, as he accelerated his flight speed, his wings now become invisible from the furious velocity of their thrashing. He had to be in perfect position to observe the event! For Elrik was not just any garden-variety sprite. He liked to think of himself as the Prince of the Sprites, maybe even the King! Surely he deserved the crown, he thought, as he was by far the most inventively mischievous of all Foxwoods sprites. And fully 93% of all gossip in the Kingdom (it had been affirmed by a specially appointed committee) had its origin in Elrik the Sprites nefarious spying. But this might just be the gossip-gathering mission to end all missions! The geog
FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 3FO9T Book 1 Chapter 3FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 36 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Timothy gasped for breath and crawled deeper into the rubbery green fronds of the strange vegetation, deeper into the covering darkness and away from the hunters. His heart was beating so fast he feared it would explode at any moment. His head was so dizzy from fear and exhaustion that he knew it wouldnt be much longer before he blacked out. And then the monsters would have him!
Again came the sound of the thundering hooves of his pursuers horses. Timothy flattened himself out on the cool mud beneath the close canopy of dense leaves. He tried to control his heaving breathing and his urge to retch. He could now hear the hunters horses trampling the forest brush nearby. The hunters knew he was somewhere in the thickets of this dense grove. Its just a matter of time, he thought. Im so doomed.
The Goosemother Scroll Episode 9Pyg and Leap found themselves standing upon the shore of the elephant coast, Pyg watching the ghost ship vanish behind them, Leap shivering as he stared at the carnage before them.The Goosemother Scroll Episode 93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I wonder if he knew," said Pyg.
"Who? And, er, what?" asked Leap, who was transfixed by the sight of a rotting zebra.
"Father Longtail about the Ghosts of Men," answered Pyg. Her voice trembled. "About whatever happened here. Maybe we weren't expected to come back. Maybe that's why we were given such a useless excuse for a boat!"
She bent down, picked up a rock and threw it at the sun-dried carcass of a gazelle. The rock hit its target, disturbing a cluster of flies who cursed her as they scattered.
"Oh, no! Don't say that!" said Leap. "Father Longtail is good and kind! If he said we'd be safe, I believe he really thought so. And-and-and besides! The Rhinoceros King will help us. I heard he has dozens of ships. He'll get us home! I'm sure of it."
"I'm not so sure about a king who would allow all this to hap
Tale 2: Worlds in the AtticHe was very old by now. His long, white hair, uncut for fifteen years, was loosely spread all over the back of his coat. His shoulders were brought forward by age, his fingers weren't as deft as they had been. If there was one thing he was very happy for, it was that when he had started, he had used the higher shelves first. It meant he didn't have to climb steep, uncertain ladders all the time now.Tale 2: Worlds in the Attic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There were hundreds, thousands of jars and bottles and little tin boxes neatly stacked on the shelves, hung from the ceiling by thin chains or ropes, some small and precious glass containers brought together by ropes hanging from the ceiling like clusters of grapes or braided into garlic-like strands.
The man had wanted to be a writer, or a sculptor, or a painter, or some other sort of artist that could show all the worlds that lived inside people. A long time ago, he had understood the fact that he had no talent. It didn't affect him now. He was content to be nothing else but a keeper of w
FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 1F09T Book 1 Chapter One - Larissa Of FoxwoodFOX09T Book 1 Chapter 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
As the first soft gray wave of pre-dawn light filtered in through the open bedroom window, there was the slightest movement beneath the blankets. He detected it of course immediately, his peaked ears twitching and rotating like tiny radar stations, his ever-vigilant amber eyes flashing fully open. Yes, she was stirring. Soon she would be awake. His guardian duties were done for another night. He carefully raised himself from where he had lain curled up at the foot of the bed and alighted with a little jump from the bed to the floor. His four black-stockinged paws made no sound as he padded across the hardwood floor. Then came the short hop to the dresser top beneath the open window. There he hesitated to turn and regard his sleeping charge for a moment before departing. He wondered how such a seemin